Page 57 of Whiskey Sour
I shake my head, horrified at the thought of not feeling every single inch of him. “I got tested after my breakup. I’m negative.”
“And I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. “I’m negative too.”
Good. Like I said, I want nothing keeping us apart. Feeling impatient, I pull my legs farther back until they ache, letting him know I’m ready. “Use me. Fuck me like a toy. Make me cry.”
He growls and nods, his blue eyes so far away as they lock onto my entrance. “Oh, I’ll fucking make you cry. I’ll break you apart and put you back together again. You know why?”
I suck in a deep breath. “Why?”
“Because you fucking belong to me.”
With that, he takes me with one brutal thrust, splitting me open, and Iscream.
“Yes!” I shout, holding on to his shoulders as he starts a relentless pace. There’s no grace about this, barely any love, nothing that even hints at the tenderness he feels for me. He’s an animal, brutal and unforgiving, and I’m the dirty slut he gets to breed.
I fuckingloveit.
“This pussy was meant for my cock, wasn’t it?” he roars. He braces his hands over my head on the top of the couch, giving himself the perfect leverage to fuck me until I feel him in my throat. There’s something so filthy about him being fully clothedand me being stark naked. It makes me feel so insignificant, like he’s taking advantage of what’s in front of him, claiming what belongs to him.
And at this moment, the only thing I want to do is please him.
“Talk, sunshine,” he commands, wrapping one hand around my throat. “Open that pretty mouth and be nasty for me. Let me know what you want.”
Even though my face heats, I can’t disobey him. I’m physically incapable of doing so. Because of that, the raunchiest words spill from my lips. Fantasies I’ve never indulged. Kinks I never imagined I would have. “I want to be marked by you.”
Raising a cruel eyebrow, he grins. “Like this?”
He spits on my face, and I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “More. I need more than that.”
“You want to be marked?” he questions. “You get my spit, my cum. What is it you want, sunshine? Want me to piss inside this sloppy pussy?”
“Oh, fuck me,” I moan and reach for my cock. “One day, please. Yes. I want that.” A thought pops into my head. He’s done it before, but I’m not too sure he’d want to again. I’m jacking myself as hard as I can, I’m so close to my limit, but I need something else. “Slap me, Cass. Fucking slap me.”
There’s only a split second of hesitation in his eyes until his hand connects with my cheek. It’s not nearly as strong as I figure he can hit, but it’s enough to set me off. With a loud wail, I start coming. It covers my stomach and jets so forcefully I can feel it hit my chin.
“Gonna come inside you, Skylar,” he growls, squeezing my throat just a bit harder. “Fuck, Skylar. This perfect pussy is going to make me blow. Scream my name. Beg me for it.”
I’m beyond myself with lust. I’m in a daze as I shout, squirming underneath him, clenching around his cock. “Please,please, please. Give me your cum, Cassy. I’ve been such a good boy. Please!”
“Yes!” he roars and punctuates the word with one hard thrust as heat spreads inside me. He slumps against my chest, but only for a moment, before he pulls out with an obscene slurp and pries my cheeks apart. He grins in satisfaction, a rumble of pride caught in his throat. “So puffy and swollen, sunshine. What a good little pussy for me.”
Feeling strands of my hair stick to my sweaty skin, I nod. “For you. It’s yours. Fuck me, it’s yours.”
He rests on his haunches and his touch is far gentler than it was moments ago. Running his hands up and down the back of my thighs, he kisses my knee. “Let’s get you a warm bath and put something on that.”
My eyes flutter shut as I nod. “Whatever you want.”
“I wasn’t…” He hesitates just as he’s about to get up. “It wasn’t too rough, was it?”
I blink at him in a daze. “What?”
“The slapping? The hitting?” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. “You liked it, right?”
I can’t help the laugh I let out. I roll over as best as I can and kiss his hip. “Yes. Maybe if someone else were doing it, I wouldn’t like it, but I know how much you love me. I know you don’t mean it like that. You’re just giving me what I need.”
His chest puffs up with pride as he nods. “Damn straight. Let me get that bath started for you.”
It’s like I’m floating, hovering above the Earth, and I only notice it’s him carrying me when I’m submerged in warm water. My eyes are still closed as he slides in behind me, and I feel his loving hands everywhere. He just rocked my world, made me see literal stars, and gave me a sense of peace I never thought was possible.
